I have a tendency to be effusive.
I also wish, at times like this, that I wasn’t all those other times.
Because sometimes, you end up with a garlic scape pesto and prawn pizza with an egg on top.
And you haven’t ever made pizza before because you just thought, “well, I am kind of terrible with breads and I’ll probably be terrible with pizza crusts, too.” But then, lo! you have this amazing friend, who’s super-supportive and encouraging for you to go ahead! Try to make it! You can do it!
My friend Kate is this person. In addition to being a talented and creative entrepreneur, she’s also an incredible cook. I stood in her kitchen for a few moments mid-day today after she handed me gifts of a ball jar of cherry stones and a bouquet of garlic scapes from her very own enthusiastic garden and I remembered: she makes really great pizzas. I remembered, too, that Kate never seems to fuss with her dough and when I asked her about it, I had all of those questions: “oh you’d have to rest it, right? and you need to make it in the morning or something, too, huh?”
Quite simply she said, no.
She stood in the kitchen with the sun streaming in through the window and wrote on a scrap of paper the simplest recipe for pizza dough around. And said, “hey, those scapes make awesome pesto.”
After her incredibly simple explanation of the dough and remembering the ease of pesto, I stood there gesturing wildly with my jar of cherry stones exclaiming, “Yes! I will make pizza tonight! I will do it.”
“Here, take some cheese,” she said.